Winter Season Begins [work] File

And somewhere beneath the frozen ground, the smallest root remembered exactly when to wake.

“Winter begins,” she murmured, more to herself than to anyone. winter season begins

The old calendar on Nora’s wall said December first, but she didn’t need it. She knew winter had begun the moment she stepped outside and the air didn’t just feel cold—it tasted different. Sharp. Clean. Like the sky had been scrubbed with ice. And somewhere beneath the frozen ground, the smallest

Here’s a short story draft based on the prompt “winter season begins.” And somewhere beneath the frozen ground